What do you think?

Why do you care so much about what others think?

What is it about other people that scare you so much?

What will happen when I don't say sorry for what I said,

Will that be enough to push you off the brink?

Help me to understand what it is about you that makes you this way.

Why do you fear the messages of what people have to say.

Did you never build your Armour strong and castle deep,

To defend your heart and freedom keep.

Fine. You are right. I did attack you but art thou so weak

That the finest needle will puncture the mirage of reality that you so fervently keep.

The thin brittle veneer of fantasy and lies,

You surround yourself with them and they fog your eyes.

What happens when a small tear appears?

You raging, destroy that which injured and hide from your fears.

The problem with these is the life which they seem to give.

Fight rock with paper and you might yet live.

But what happens when the rifle shoots,

And every tree but the rock is torn up by its roots?